they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
She hasn’t tried much since she’d gotten her eyes back – too distracted by councils and figuring out what to do with a queenship that she isn’t even sure of where to begin. But there are times where she realizes she needs to relax a bit, to work on being better to ensure she can accurately protect those around her, the people she cares about, the people she loves. And after Fiat Lux? Well, things were a bit difficult there too.
So, bundled up in a cloak with a parasol on her arm, she slips away to the Military Barracks, hoping to find a familiar face among the grounds. One she hasn’t seen in a long while – at least not so personally. She slips up beside him as he moves to the open fields of the training grounds. “Hello, General.” She hums to him, chipper and bright, giving a bright fanged smile should he turn to look.
So, bundled up in a cloak with a parasol on her arm, she slips away to the Military Barracks, hoping to find a familiar face among the grounds. One she hasn’t seen in a long while – at least not so personally. She slips up beside him as he moves to the open fields of the training grounds. “Hello, General.” She hums to him, chipper and bright, giving a bright fanged smile should he turn to look.
REXANNA
